Chapter 645 - V57C2P4 – Doomsday

V57C2P4 – Doomsday

Arkhim: The battle continues to rage at Shantytown. That location is too disadvantageous.

Slater: We must stay put. It’s a hilly terrain which isn’t good for a fight.

Lamifter: It’s better to wait even if we lose all of them. One rash rescue will cost us our entire plan.

The Hermes Guild decided to abandon them.

“Merciless Counter!”

Lancelot saw the message and charged straight at Kaybern.

It was a skill that retaliated more powerfully the stronger the opponent’s attack.

“My name is Lancelot!”

Lancelot deflected Kaybern’s flinging tail and followed up closely.

He slashed and stabbed with twin swords and inflicted wounds on the dragon.

You have met the most dreadful presence unimaginable.

Merciless Counter is at 3200% attack damage.

Lancelot braced for death.

To escape Kaybern, he had to abandon his team and he did not even expect the Hermes Guild to come to their rescue.

Weed deemed that Morata could hold on for a bit longer and he was reassured to wait it out.

Swift Coldwind: I have entered the sky zone of Morata. The heat could burn my feathers… Anyway, I have a visual on the dragon.

“What about Lancelot?”

Swift Coldwind: The unit is out of commission! The engagement had resulted in greater destruction of the surrounding area. The buildings are crumbling, causing the players to flee with Kaybern on the chase.

“What’s the direction?”

Swift Coldwind: It is not heading in a specific direction, but destroying random areas around the Shantytown.

Kaybern was not being lured to Bingryong or Wyvern Square.

Sculptures, paintings and precious treasures were placed as traps but seemed to be undiscovered. For the time being, it was fully consumed by destruction and slaughter.

“This is troublesome…”

Weed gazed up into the sky.

The pure blue sky of Morata was covered in black smoke.

Kaybern murdered players in sight and bombarded the city with massive AOE spells.

The dragon’s enormous figure over the height of 200 meters crushed Morata’s buildings with every move.

The Hermes Guild chat alert popped up.

Arkhim: Kaybern uses dark magic by offering blood and sacrifice. It won’t be good if more players die.

Heroid: Let’s tell the players to run for the Bingryong Square while they’re at it. The city will turn to waste and we won’t be able to do anything about it if they all run in every direction.

Boemong: They’re going to die anyway, so have them come to the ambush site!

The atmosphere of the Hermes Guild too was becoming hasty.

Kaybern’s barrage of spells were blowing away the Hermes Guild members along with the random selection of buildings.

Magic explosion, trembles, screams.

Everything that was happening in Morata was like that in a war zone.

Swift Coldwind: Kaybern is now on the Hill of the Artist and continuing the destruction. From above, the scene of the Black Dragon wreaking havoc is a true spect… Hmm, mmm. I apologize. Anyhow, it is causing great damage to the city.

There was a scene that also unfolded in Weed’s mind.

Black Dragon swinging its tail, smashing buildings and destroying with magic.

It was utterly simple but the speed was so incredible that it could make a city disappear in an hour or two.

He imagined the destruction of Morata, players dying one after another, black magic charging to random explosions.

Kaybern’s attack was truly about to be unleashed as its main talent was dark magic.

“Sigh, this stupid world… Why can’t things go my way for once? I laid down so many baits and they were completely ignored.”

The Hermes Guild possessed an independent chain of tactical command in this battle.

With Bard Ray and Arkhim’s presence, it was intrusive to give orders to their forces. Furthermore, he believed that they had coordination from their companionship and will fight better on their own. But, that was only if the dragon came to the ambush site for the Hermes Guild to pour everything they had.

“Now who would be willing to step up in this situation… Of course, only me. Everyone, wait here.”

Weed told the dwarves to stay put and walked out to the street.

“Kyaaah, help me!”

“Run! Kaybern is using another spell.”

“Evacuate, evacuate!”

The screams coming from the direction of the Hill of the Artist told the urgent situation.

Weed let out a roar and sprinted to where Kaybern was located.

– Listen up you smoked lizard! I, Weedhand, who robbed your house, am here!

(To be continued…)